So, too, this “little” ragamuffin, with a history of naive charisma, is EIGHT today.
This kid is amazing. She was born with diplomatic bones and a sense of justice, even as a toddler. Kindness. Inclusion. She was the Alpha Female at her creche with a fierce bossiness that mellowed once she got to school. Now she marches to the beat of her own drum. Not a follower. No real interest in being a leader. A book inhaler. She drives us mental with her messiness and “never-an-awkward-silence” approach to conversations, but you can’t question that heart. Ever.
She and her kid sister are my ultimate muses.
I don’t know about you guys, but I do a party for each of my kids every year. I love the rush of adrenalin, the joy of seeing my girl(s) ramping up the crazy-train, and the excuse for downing a large gin and tonic at the end of it. It’s a self-congratulatory g&t you understand.
We have a 2 bedroom Edwardian in the inner north so we don’t have a huge space for parties, but we do have a lovely backyard that can be transformed. Assuming the weather is kind. If it’s not, then we’re a bit f*cked.
We’ve never been much of a family for fancy parties. Just give us some fairy bread, a pass the parcel and a dance floor and we’ll party, baby. Not much has changed in adulthood to tell the truth. Except nowadays we tend to injure ourselves as we tear up the dance floor. A whole other story, yo.
I’ve done a little retrospective of Scout over the past 8 years, a photo from each of her birthday parties. Enjoy. And share in the comments which of your kids’ birthday parties you’ve most loved.
We’ve yet to decide on birthday #8 but she’s gonna love it. Because that’s what she does.